As I approach,
I see
you
contemplating
me
with a small smile on your face,
as if
you’ve made a decision about me,
reached a conclusion about
whether
we
can work together.
I find your
concentrated gaze
thrillingly disturbing.
Maybe you’re keeping
a secret
that rends us asunder,
that makes
you and me
null and void
instead of
man and woman.
But for now,
I’ll enjoy the beauty
of your eyes,
and the love that remains
behind your small smile,
while you
are silent.
Beyond Panic 